260 Such modest candour temper'd manly sense, When Mornay censur'd, none could take offense; For truth by him, in winning form convey'd, Was but the virtue which his life display'd. Still lean'd his heart the faults of men to bear, 265 While reason told him, all men had their share; But mid surrounding vices ever pure, Nor ease nor pleasure could his soul allure. As thro' the bosom of the briny tide, Thy limpid waters Arethusa glide, 270 And yet unsully'd by the neighb'ring deep, Unmix'd and pure their spotless tenor keep. By friendship guided, gen'rous Mornay came Where loiter'd Henry, mindless of his fame; 275 The artful god prolong'd the am'rous trance, And in her hero rul'd the fate of France. No sameness there the varied bliss destroy'd, No languor chill'd, no forward pleasure cloy'd; Each wish attain'd, another wish inspires; 280 Each new enjoyment led to new desires: Such vary'd ways to please, love taught d'Etree, Nor time nor habit stole one charm away. The god with anger blushing as he view'd Mornay and wisdom on his reign intrude: Turn'd with revengeful instinct to his dart, 285 And aim'd the deadly shaft at Mornay's heart. His anger and his arms the sage defy'd, His breast the bounding arrow turn'd aside: Impatient for the monarch's lonely hour, He rov'd indignant thro' th' enchanted bow'r. 290 Where silver streams a myrtle grove inclose, The veil that timid love and mystry chose, With all her charms d'Etree her lover blest: Now flames consume, now languor fills his breast; Soft drops of pleasure glisten'd in their eyes, 295 Voluptuous tear that love knows how to prize; No coy reserve the burning bliss restrain'd, Fond passion, prodigal of pleasure, reign'd; While Love's mute eloquence their lips employ, Short sighs and gentle murmurs speak their joy: 300 Their panting hearts with glowing transport swell, Which love alone inspires, alone can tell. Young pleasures sporting in luxurious ease, And infant Cupid's on his amour seize; Some dragg'd the bloody cuirass o'er the ground, 305 Or from his thigh, the pond'rous blade unbound; Some from the casque the crystal torrent pour'd, To wash the crimson spot that stain'd the sword, And laugh as in their feeble hand they wield The crown's support, the terror of the field. 310 Discord, who view'd him with insulting spite, In savage accents utter'd fierce delight; Rous'd up the league, the happy moment prest, Reviv'd her serpents drooping in her breast; And while the monarch languished in repose, 315 Blew the shrill blast, that gathered all his foes.